Mando Diao

La la la aaaa
In a house
On an island
There's a tale that must be told
Of our mysterious Misty Mountains
Behind all the songs I wrote
Lives an old man in his shadow
And they're whistling day and night
For whatever whatever its worth for
They are whistling for you and I
On a ranch in the wildness
There's a song that must be sung
About a blindfolded angel
Who never learned the right from wrong
And though I don't know enough English
To describe it's troubled mind
But for one thing I am certain